Umkhonto we Sizwe!

Randfontein, 1973

Late one Saturday afternoon, this black youth storms into a quiet corner
café, brandishing an AK-47 and screaming at the top of his lungs,
"Umkhonto we Sizwe! Umkhonto we Sizwe!"

Sannie, behind the till, is more puzzled than frightened.

"Umkhonto we Sizwe!" he shouts again, waving his 'traditional weapon'.

Sannie turns around and screams for Baas Piet.

Piet comes out from the back office and is confronted by another
"Umkhonto we Sizwe!" shout and Sannie's blank stare of confusion.

"Orrait, ek sien", he tells Sannie, "gee vir die ou 'n paar Chappies,
DIE KONT WIL SWEETS HÊ!"